Sweet new life.

Last week, a seed sprung up in one of the small clearings on my planet.

It germinated through the ground and penetrated it, and exposed a little green bud to my world. I took very good care of it for the whole week, watering it every morning, and sometimes in the evening too. Every morning, when I would stretch my legs as I step out of my fortress, I would get up to say hello. It grows a little bit every day, and the stem is actually bark. It's a tree. Judging from the one leaf it has, it is a maple tree. I can't wait until it grows bigger and bigger so its shadows can hug my body as I lay under its caring branches and look up at the white sky. For now, it needs my protection.